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In the yellow early morning light, we traveled under the shelter of acacia thistles, the Land Rover tires soundlessly puffing fine dust storms into our wake. Lewis permitted us to move to a stop and filtered the skyline with his binoculars, a worn steel-cased pair from the British Army. We were in Samburu National Reserve in northern Kenya and this is forever my most loved piece of a safari - simply after first light, entering a diversion park with the taste of morning espresso regardless bread rolls waiting and a hamper loaded with guaranteeing brunch close to me. 

Lewis shrieked delicately. "Vultures," he said. "About two miles away, I think on the riverbank." I looked as well, and could see out there what resembled three or four tan specs sluggishly surrounding over the trees. More arrived and joined the whirlpool as I viewed, as though they were wanting to be sucked into the inside and down beyond anyone's ability to see. Be that as it may none arrived. 

Lewis began the motor and we proceeded onward, turning towards the waterway and after a red earth track as it wound through the long grass. The creatures turned out in numbers. Millions really. From the pool of pink 'toe dance moving' flamingos at Nakuru to the unimaginable display that is the wildebeest movement of the Masai Mara. Anyway these were ensured. 'Diversion driving is similar to angling', Lewis had let me know. You might be fortunate on your first time out and see something exceptional. We were. 

Thus, once again to Samburu. The sun climbed rapidly, and I needed to evacuate my wool as we took after the winding track along the stream. The Land Rover moaned and reeled through a became scarce stream, and inside minutes we landed under the vultures, in a clearing where the waterway turned forcefully to the south. Standing less that fifty meters away, with her head low and her indented eyes turning toward the surrounding fledglings was an immense lioness. One side of her face was turning dark with blood and her breathing was overwhelming, her midsection hurling with the exertion. 

Lewis cut the motor and we were noiseless. Gradually the lioness recouped her breath and looked around her. At this point I'd selected the brownish states of no less than four whelps holding up tolerantly with an alternate enormous lioness. It was as though they were all holding up for something, as though I was missing something. 

At that point I saw it. The principal lioness turned and cushioned gradually back towards the rest. Behind her was the assemblage of a full developed Grevy's zebra. The lions had made a day break kill and would devour here for a few days. The lioness ceased, thought again at the zebra and the flying scroungers, and went no further. She wasn't in the state of mind for offering yet. A jackal jogged assuredly in a wide round around the gathering, being viewed nearly by alternate lioness. We held up long enough to ingest the scene then left. 

Later on the drive we met a gathering who'd not seen any huge felines and Lewis educated their aide of our find: 

"Kunaye masharufu!" [there are lions!] ('masharufu' signifies "whiskers" in Kiswahili) 

"Wapi?" [where?] 

"Kando ya mto." [on the riverbank.] 

"Wangapi?" [how many?] 

"Saba. Watoto watano, wake wawili." [seven. Five fledglings and two lionesses.] 

The other aide grinned and his customers took a gander at us assuredly, unsure as to what our news seemed to be. 

"Wapi?" [where?] Asked the driver excitedly. 

"Barabara iliyo karibu na mto." [the street close to the river.] 

"Unaenda upande wa kulia kidogo" [go a tiny bit to the right.] 

"Wako hapo kwa corner." [they are in that spot at the corner.] 

"Asante sana! Kwaheri!" [thanks! Bye!] 

They sped away and Lewis took a gander at me and smiled wryly…  

"Guerba heads, others tail!" he laughe